One Percent Of Nothing

Whenever you're free, you just try to be among the lucky few
Who grow out of their way and start clean and fresh
At least you tried it once, you, you
Help out your brother in the street on the flat of his back
Help out yourself for being there, for helping him in his attack
Forget your domain, forget your earthly gains
Forget about taking out the garbage today

One percent of nothing really ain't that much
Then a hundred percent you're gone
You reach to grab the touch, a shred of a garmеnt
A face, a shoe, a voice, but onе percent of nothing
You leave your friends no choice
Yes one percent of nothing never was enough

Your mama had a baby so twisted and torn
You had percent a hundred on the day that you were born
But one percent of nothing really don't add up
Then a baby in the garden, you just said "shut up"
Then a baby in the garden and you just said "shut up"

One percent of nothing really ain't that much
Then a hundred percent you're gone
You reach to grab the touch, a shred of a garment
A face, a shoe, a voice, but one percent of nothing
You leave your friends no choice
Yes, one percent of nothing never was enough
Yes, one percent of nothing never was enough

Your mama had a baby so twisted and torn
You had percent a hundred on the day that you were born
But one percent of nothing really don't add up
Then a baby in the garden, and you just said "shut up"
Then a baby in the garden, you just said "shut up"
Then a baby in the garden, you just said "shut up"